By Lt. Avery Breaux
Stardate: 80117.19
Just Prior to the Captain's Dinner
--=Breaux's Quarters=--
Stardate: 80117.19
Just Prior to the Captain's Dinner
--=Breaux's Quarters=--
Breaux had forgotten the Captain's Dinner completely. He was immersed in study in his quarters. The low ambient lighting was highlighted by the overhead light at his desk. He was oblivious to the flashing message lights on his desk top comm. He scrolled through two separate padds, side by side, and flashed his eyes back and forth from one padd to the next.
'Altarian encephalitis...retrovirus...coma...delirium...Klingons immune,'...'Andronesian encephalitis...particles...' Avery read and re-read the material. He finally dropped his head back on the chair and stared at the ceiling. Feeling overwhelmed to say the least, he closed both padds without looking. Rubbing his eyes, he stood and moved to the large view portal.
"Computer, begin personal log, Avery Breaux, stardate 80117.19..."
He walked slowly about the room and scanned the few objects that adorned the various shelves nearest his desk.
He opened the cupboard furthest to the right. He picked up the holo image of Alessa and without activating it, rolled it over in his hand. He tapped his index finger on the activation switch repeatedly and found he just couldn't turn it on. The imaging device went back into the back of the cupboard.
'The dinner,' he recalled. He felt his shoulders slump with disappointment at having forgotten. He looked to the desk top comm and found he could make the dinner, albeit a few moments late. He felt badly at not having invested more time in researching the Senior Officers more deeply -but he had completed the tasks that Kellyn had assigned him.
His gaze went back to the two padds on the desk which seemed to be taunting him.
"Working," the computer quietly reminded him.
Breaux moved to the portal and placed his palms on the glassy surface as he stared into the dark. "...Have met with the CO and my immediate supervisor, not to mention London and Fleur...an impressive lot, to be sure. I realize the existing crew has just exited an ordeal I'm quite unfamiliar with, but I'll take the Erasmus approach and let it sort itself out, I won't press."
Avery looked down at his hands, he always enjoyed the way the portal felt against his palms. It seemed childish, but he didn't care.
Breaux looked up and continued, "No bio neural packs on the Sera, so it's less of a living thing I suppose...I hope to learn more from Kellyn...but without the gel packs, it won't really be like *treating* anything...studies were a damned struggle again this afternoon...luckily no one suffered as a result."
Avery slowly moved away from the sofa and toward the mirror, adjusting his tunic and removing several pieces of lint, he passed his own minuscule inspection. He turned and activated the desk top comm, scrolling through the several messages...all work orders of a sort...a welcome from the Captain...a reminder on the dinner...nothing from Earth.
He looked once to the cupboard, and then moved out the sliding doors into the corridor.
Lt. Avery Breaux
Engineering Officer
USS Serendipity NCC-2012
Engineering Officer
USS Serendipity NCC-2012